Back in the good old U.S. of A. after crossing the border this afternoon. No more metric system for awhile. The picture to the left is at the famous Sign Post Forest at Watson Lake, so many more signs posted there now than what there was back in the 1950's when I first visited.
No problem crossing back, although all vehicles are photograph from all angles. Border Guard was not a pleasant representative of the United States - big pistol on hip and suffering from"small man syndrome". How many in your car? As I handed him two passports. Buy anything in
Canada? No, just a lot of gas! How long you been in Canada? Four days! Have any part of any dead animals that you got in Canada? Huh? I kept quiet about the dead coyote and three dead moose and answered in the negative, sure glad I did not pick them up and bring them with me. Picture on the left is a few of the Caribou that we saw between Whitehorse and Fort Nelson.
Called it an early day today after driving 408 miles (2,613.7 Total Trip) so we could do some laundry and wash the truck. Starting out clean tomorrow, headed southeast towards the Little Big Horn.
Speaking of Bighorn, this is one of the Stone Rams that we saw on the same stretch of highway going into Fort Nelson.
Shelby has not changed a lot since I was a kid, still just a small community surrounded by wheat fields and oil wells. On the outskirts of town, on the old highway I did find the old grain elevator where we camped for several days in an adjoining field. I do not know why we stayed so long, but Larry, Don and myself played in the field. There was all kinds of old lumber and metal to play with. After we had been there a couple of days, the guy from the elevator came over and warned d
ad the field that we had been playing in was infested with rattlesnakes.
This is part of the Buffalo Herd that surrounded us, it was almost like a stampede but not quite since they were just browsing along. Interesting creatures.
Below, is the "Big Beaver ", wouldn't that look good at the entrance to the HITW? Perhaps, after his return from Iraq, Brother Bill can pickup a tractor with a flatbed trailer, figure out someway to load it and head for the Alaska border before anyone notices that their Beaver has disappeared.
So far so good, have had Internet each night we have been on the road and each motel has accepted "Dutch" as their guest, for a slight gratuity! See you all down the road!